The clang of steel echoed through the yard as the others joined battle around him. What did they mean to do to her? What had they done to her father? It was not supposed to happen this way. Ned was half-tempted to turn him away, but thought better of it. Jeyne Poole wept so hysterically that Septa Mordane finally took her off to regain her composure, but Sansa sat with her hands folded in her lap, watching with a strange fascination.
No doubt the old man would tell him, in his own good time. Some of her lord father's decisions could do with a bit of questioning. After that, for a long time, there was only the pain, the fire within her, and the whisperings of stars. Arya sobbed.
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